GHOSTS

I knew I wasn't going to get out of there unscathed. I had held everything in too long. It made me a little nervous but also it made me feel like maybe it was time to lay down the load. I was angry with myself for thinking that it mattered- that my confession would be worth the time it took to make it or, for her, the time it took to hear it.It was all so predictable was my first thought but then that predictability had always been my parachute. I never went beyond it into the zone where parachutes didn't work any more. All that was about to change.